frightfiction Chapter 104 True Fire Refines the Soul, Shocking Heaven and Earth; Forced Separation Extends to Endu
Chapter 104 True Fire Refines the Soul, Shocking Heaven and Earth; Forced Separation Extends to Endu
Han Yi began to mobilize his true fire to return to his sea of consciousness. The true fire carried the power to destroy everything, and the moment it returned to his sea of consciousness, it transformed into streaks of brilliant light that rushed directly toward that lingering remnant.
Seeing this, the lingering resentment transformed into countless rays and scattered to escape. The true fire also split into countless rays of light, each ray like an incomparably sharp divine sword. Wherever it went, the lingering resentment was refined, just as ice and snow melted under the scorching sun.
With each refining, Han Yi's splitting headache subsided a little, and his lingering clones let out shrill screams under the scorching heat of the true fire, their voices like the wails of evil spirits from the deepest hell.
Through continuous refinement, the lingering resentment was transformed into pure energy, merging into Han Yi's body and becoming part of his power, like rivers flowing into the sea, making him even stronger.
As the True Fire refined the remnant spirit, it also continuously absorbed pure energy and grew stronger. This caused the environment around Han Yi to suffer severe damage once again.
At this moment, Han Yi resembled a human fireball, as scorching as the sun. Flames around him burned and exploded in the air, releasing terrifying heat.
The scorched earth on the ground began to melt under the high temperature, forming a lava pool. The lava churned and surged, emitting a pungent smell. At this moment, the area within several hundred feet around Han Yi was already engulfed in a sea of scorching fire.
The fire continues to spread outwards.
"Is this the young master's true strength? It's absolutely monstrous!"
The group, who had retreated more than ten miles away, stared in disbelief at the vast sea of fire in the distance. If Han Yi hadn't told them to retreat further away beforehand, and if they hadn't been fast enough in their sword flight, they probably wouldn't even be left ashes by now.
Oh no! The True Fire is getting out of control due to the surge in power! Han Yi had no choice but to mobilize all his spiritual energy into his body to suppress the True Fire that was about to erupt completely.
The veins on Han Yi's forehead bulged, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face, only to be instantly evaporated by the surrounding high temperature.
He circulated the Five Elements Immortal Technique with all his might, attempting to tame the nearly out-of-control true fire. The spiritual energy within his body surged towards the true fire like a raging tide, the two colliding and merging with each other. Each contact unleashed a powerful energy fluctuation, impacting his meridians and internal organs.
The spiritual energy continued to flow in, but the momentum of the true fire did not weaken. Like an unruly fire phoenix, it surged and roared within Han Yi's body.
Han Yi gritted his teeth and chanted incantations. The incantation came out of his mouth, and all the spiritual energy in his body was mobilized. With the spiritual energy that was still being integrated into his body, the incantation turned into beams of spiritual light, like tough reins, trying to restrain the true fire.
While he struggled to suppress the true fire, the surrounding sea of fire showed no signs of abating.
The magma churned even more violently, with huge bubbles constantly rising from the magma pool and then bursting open, splashing magma like raindrops all around.
The sky was bathed in a fiery red light, as if the entire world had been set ablaze. Wherever the inferno reached, everything was mercilessly devoured. The already devastated mountains were scorched red, and the boulders gradually softened under the intense heat, flowing into rivers of lava that merged with the lava pools on the ground.
On the edge of the inferno, some tenacious trees were still struggling to hold on, but their trunks were charred black and their leaves had long since turned to ash.
After a series of violent shaking, the ancient trees collapsed with a crash, sending sparks flying. The places where they fell were instantly submerged by lava, leaving only a wisp of smoke.
The onlookers in the distance were speechless with shock at the horrific sight.
Their eyes were filled with awe. They had thought they already had some understanding of Han Yi's strength, but now they realized that his power far exceeded everyone's imagination. Some people trembled involuntarily, almost dropping their swords.
Time passed second by second in this tense and fierce confrontation. The energy fluctuations around Han Yi became more and more intense, like a super storm about to erupt. The wind and clouds surged, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the entire space was stirred up by this energy.
After an unknown amount of time, Han Yi suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them. That glint was like lightning piercing through the darkness, tearing through the sky and dazzling the eye.
He succeeded!
After absorbing all the inner cores and rare treasures, he finally broke through to the Core Formation Realm.
His inner core shone brightly within his body, more than twice the size of an ordinary person's inner core; moreover, it underwent a strange transformation, displaying a bizarre state of interwoven gold and red colors, dazzling and radiant, containing endless mysterious power.
His strength had increased several times over, and the powerful feeling gave him the illusion of controlling the world, as if he had become the master of this world and could turn the world upside down with a wave of his hand.
As he broke through, a powerful energy spread outwards from him, like an invisible firestorm, leveling everything in its path. The already dilapidated mountains collapsed completely under this energy, turning into ruins, with the dust rising up obscuring the sky and lingering for a long time.
The surrounding forests had also vanished, leaving only a scorched and barren land, as if this place had once suffered a cataclysmic disaster.
"Terrifyingly strong! Is this the strength expected of a Core Formation Realm cultivator?"
By this time, everyone had retreated to a more distant place, standing on their swords and looking at Han Yi in the distance. The place where they had been before had been turned into a barren wasteland.
"Is this what the Core Formation Realm is like?"
Han Yi murmured to himself, standing in mid-air without relying on his sword, his figure graceful and elegant, like an immortal descending to earth.
He felt the surging power within him, and a confident smile appeared on his lips.
At this moment, he was like a phoenix rising from the ashes, exuding an awe-inspiring aura, his body covered in sacred flames, making people dare not look directly at him.
The mark that was originally between his eyebrows transformed into a fiery pattern, bright red and dazzling.
When he came to his senses, he realized that he had leveled a large area of forest and mountains beneath his feet, and he quickly withdrew his fierce aura.
"Old man, are we almost there?"
Han Yi stared at the east for a long time, his deep gaze seemingly able to pierce through the mist and see through everything. With his strength, he was indeed not afraid of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators, but he was not sure if he could win against top-tier Nascent Soul cultivators.
"Since we don't know, let's give it a try!"
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an overwhelming aura of dominance, like that of a king, leaving no room for doubt. His figure was as upright as a pine tree, standing there, towering and indomitable, radiating a powerful aura, as if he were the center of the world, with everything revolving around him.
The group had arrived beside him, and he looked at them. The Nascent Soul stage monster was almost there, and facing him, Wang Weiwei and the others would have a difficult time surviving. Some things needed to be prepared in advance.
"That old scoundrel surnamed Zhao is almost here! Once I've finished explaining things, you'd better leave quickly!"
"Miss Wang!"
Han Yi turned to look at her, gesturing for her to come over. Once they were away from the crowd, he spoke with a serious expression.
"I will give you a wisp of the life force of Tuoba Xun'er and the other two."
He quickly formed hand seals, and three faint beams of light flew out from the bodies of Tuoba Xun'er and the other two in the distance, drawing an arc in the air before merging into Wang Weiwei's body.
"Take everyone back to the cave where you used to refine pills and wait for me! If I don't return in three months, take the Thirteen Black Winds back to the Wang family."
As for whether Tuoba Xun'er and the other two stay or leave, that's up to you.
Han Yi's tone was firm, each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a sense of determination. His eyes revealed a trace of reluctance, but more so, a sense of unwavering resolve.
He understood that the upcoming battle was not something ordinary Core Formation Realm cultivators could participate in, and he didn't want these people to die in vain because of him.
"I'll go and gather the Netherworld Grass I promised you later, if I manage to return alive..."
"There's no rush regarding the Netherworld Grass!"
Wang Weiwei spoke softly, understanding Han Yi's meaning without needing to say a word.
Then, Han Yi called Tuoba Xun'er and the other two to his side.
"From today onwards, the three of you will obey Miss Wang's orders."
His voice was deep and powerful, each word like a nail, deeply embedded in the hearts of the three men.
Then, Han Yi looked at the Thirteen Black Winds and gave them an order with a stern expression.
"Black Wind Thirteen, heed my command! If I do not return, you shall follow Miss Wang and protect her safety!"
Upon hearing this, the Thirteen Black Winds revealed a resolute expression and shouted in unison.
"Young master! We are not afraid of death. We want to stay by your side and face this together!"
Their eyes were resolute and pure, without the slightest fear. For Han Yi, they would go through fire and water without hesitation.
Han Yi shook his head slightly, refusing their request. He knew the saying "when gods fight, mortals suffer," and although these thirteen people were not afraid of death, how could he just watch them go to their deaths?
He hoped they could live well and stay by Vera Wang's side. With Vera Wang's kind nature, she would certainly not mistreat them, and for them, this would be a good place to go.
"Alright, everyone, go! There's no point in you staying."
Han Yi waved his hand, his tone calm but carrying an undeniable authority, like an emperor's decree.
He glanced at Wang Weiwei one last time, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes, a tenderness like the warm sun in winter, brief yet comforting.
"Take care, Miss Wang!" he said silently in his heart, and then resolutely soared into the sky and flew away into the distance.